Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.